Twitter suspended an account of somebody I know, close to me. A religious account. No notice, no word, nothing. A most inoffensive account. If you don’t own it, you’re at somebody else’s mercy.

The idea is not to have any posts, with titles, and text with a sustained arguments or line of thinking. Microblog. Flashes of thought (I’ll not be so bold as to say insight.) No fancy formatting. Just quick items, Twitter-like, which I’ve missed. My own littleĀ spot, too, where I’m not worried about impressions made upon those on the outside. So here we are. Now back to normal crackling.